Ten Chunky Chickens
Ten chunky chickens busting out rhymes 
One got famous, and then there were nine 

Nine chunky chickens, gained a lot of weight 
One had a heart attack, and then there were eight 

Eight chunky chickens were sent to heaven 
One got burnt then there were seven 

Seven chunky chickens ran in the bix 
One got run over, and then there were six 

Six chunky chickens learned how to jive 
One got stepped on, and then there were five 

Five chunky chickens got really poor 
One died of starvation, and then there were four

Four chunky chickens got stung by a bee 
One was allergic, and then there were three 

Three chunky chickens were kicked by a shoe 
One got hurt, and then there were two

Two chunky chickens went looking for some fun 
One had a little too much, and then there was one 
One chunky chicken weighed a metric ton 
He died of obesity, and then there were none

Written by:
Stace Sparks
11/28/01

One Winters Night
Walking against the black painted sky
White, crystallized rain gently falling around me
Creating a blanket
To beautify the world 

Breathing steadily I can see my breath
Appearing in white puff clouds
Hearing crunching coming from beneath me
Perhaps it is a welcome  

The crisp cold air pierces my face
Generating a rosy reflection
The once naked trees
Are now blanketed
Keeping warm  

I gleefully begin to dance with the waltzing flakes
I hear something over in the trees
I stop, hoping for something to appear
Swiftly, hopping out of the blackness

A creature camouflaged with the blanket
Emerges from across the bleached field
Perhaps he is on an expedition just as I
Excited to see the new temporary cover for the earth  

He looks at me with wide eyes
And speedily scurries away back into the trees
As the prancing flakes around me
Hastily begin to slow down 

I sense it's getting late
And time to return to my home
With one last look
And I’ll quickly scurry away

Angel of Hate
Like an angel of death and hate,
sweeping us away and slamming the gate,
the gate keeping us from humanity, dignity,
drained of all types of life, and prosperity.
Herded like cattle and stuffed in tight bins,
we are punished cruelly, as if paying for all mankind’s sins.
I can hear the soft wailing, and anguished, sad cries,
dreams along with family are smashed, while hope and peace dies.
The night is freezing as we lay naked in a jaded, showered mass
Women who’s future is unbeknown to them, stand in horrid lines as dreadful hours pass,
Marching seems to be our pitiful reality,
all the while whips sting the skin, and bite into me
As the world falls down I would give anything to be on the outside,
watching over German evils and twisted thoughts collide,
with any life I’ve ever known, I’d be glad to switch
and get away from this sickening horror known as Auschwitz
Mangled, stick-like bodies clutter pits,
my aching heart and soul it violently hits,
the nausea and fatigue savages at my insides,
how can my struggling people even survive?
Tears wept scorch in the burning sun, making bleeding sores sting on the
surface and under my skin,
has hate’s wrath even started to begin?
Silence is our language with freedom an unknown term,
I pray in future generations, someone will change, someone will learn...

Written by:
Sara Harlow '01